Don´t put this note by your face on the pillow
Don´t put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools
I pray you always need them

I know what you have done
I know what you have done

Throwing advice like grenades at the table
You´re spinning your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel
Grow a fucking heart love

I know what you have done
I know what you have done

I´ve got your number
I´ve got your number
I´ve got your number
You´ve got my number